Depression convinced me to hole up in my apartment.
I feel as if my lungs have collapsed.
I come up with the right ideas far too late.
March 8. Another typical boring day for some. And yet, for half the world,
Maybe it is as simple as everyone has told me: eat a good meal,
My boyfriend takes care of me. He texts me when he’s out of the house.
Why don’t I go to a peninsula in Belize?
A doppelgänger moved into the spare bedroom.
Fabrizio Stabile was admitted to the hospital after developing a blinding
You know the drill.
The lettuce on your In-n-Out Burger was handled in-house by four distinct hands.
Anyone who knows me today would be shocked to hear it,
I was born a fat, happy bug when something cosmic charmed me gold.
Odes swabbed from my cheek, shifting between my toes,
He is coming home soon,
There was something about late night, long drives home
In Catholic iconography, Saint Dymphna is casually gorgeous.
I could have wished for a better, more prosperous life for myself.
On a wet April afternoon in the South of Paris,
Many people dislike the cold winter evenings,
Buy non-USDA-certified-but-still-organic blue heaven
Calling 2020 a rough year would be an understatement.
Spironolactone, 50mg, taken once daily
It was the summer of 2016 and I was studying abroad in Ireland.
(Imagine they/you lost the bet—[through some bad luck on a genetics
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It’s midnight and I am sitting on my floor scrolling through Instagram.
“Beautiful uterus!” The ultrasound tech trilled, eyebrows raised high.
As the clock changed from 11:59pm to 12:00am,
Classical art occupies negligible real estate in my brain
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